I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being your idea of good-enough. For not being your type of person. For laughing a little too loud, and sounding a little too sound in my decisions. I'm sorry for that time I offended you with my intonation, facial expressions, and wording. I'm sorry for when I speak too much--for that time I came off as bossy. I'm sorry for saying something wrong. I'm sorry for being a woman--but really, for being a bitch. For being a threat, when I am equally intimidated, but you'd never know it because I put up a defensive front. There's a push to be perfect, but not too confident. Confident, but not too cocky. A leader, but not too bossy. Smart, but never smarter than you, and you never smarter than me. Large and in charge, but somehow small. Somehow, we are supposed to be all of these things, while still finding a way to love ourselves and others. I have much to learn, but if there is anything this world is teaching me, it's that ...
I started this blog in late 2015 when I began eating disorder treatment. What started as a personal project, grew into a page for updating family and friends, and now thousands read these posts from all corners of the world. This blows my mind. Today, I consider myself recovered, but my work as an activist is just beginning. For additional inquiries, please feel free to email me.